A few last drops of water (tastes strangely like swallowing metal), 10 minutes past 4 am, some tragic music from an unknown composer, and a country sleeping. The trouble with the world is not the people, its their ideologies, devoid of their self, because it's conjured almost out of thin air, particles of mystery, changing destiny forever. Seriously thinking, maybe we should stop making changes, and just watch. Thinking of canning the 2050, maybe go 'singular', to the singularity, maybe return to the roots. Does it even matter, ideas need branches as well as roots, when the branches doesn't spread well, then the tree dies. And then an ambitious young'ling' sprout out, up into the star streaked sky, waiting for miracles to happen. Fate, eternity, destiny, magic...
Wednesday, March 14
Is it 4 am, hours past eternity?
it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny